last posted on Jan 19, 2008

this is clearly not good.


in order to break this sad streak--

i decided to share a random fact about myself.


you can respond by doing the same!






Random fact #1:

I love snakes. I find them sexy.

Lo Ling, this is Les Paul. Les Paul, meet Lo Ling--

Lo Ling; "Better Way" - Ben Harper; 7:3-something PM; my desk my room in diamond bar: lustful, inspired, accomplished, inspired --again.



My brother got a new guitar

a few months ago.










She's gorgeous.

I just want to pet it* all day. And stare at the marked frets of her neck--they shine like the polished insides of abalone. You've probably already seen how well the unpolished insides shine, and these look like POLISHED insides. Wow.



I think I've finally discovered the one thing that I'm really good at. No, it isn't gift-wrapping. Although I'm pretty kick-ass when it comes to gift-wrapping. I can gift-wrap anything. And it will look nice too.











*I'd feel awkward referring to myself as stroking "her"

always have to steal my kisses from you

I want to go exploring laaaaaate at night. Whatever that means anymore. "Late at night". Two 'o clock in the morning used to be late at night for us. Now its early.

But I really would like to. And you know tunnels? YEAH TUNNELS! Yayuhh. I want to ride through tunnels on things with wheels while someone, maybe myself, swivels a flashlight around creating spooky images on the sides of the spooky tunnel.

And then you know the places at the very top of tall hills with great views of things that are so far away and they're so far away that they are pretty. Because things far away are always better that way. It'd be nice to cool down there after a frivolous night of explorations and tunnel-running.

What else. Oh yeah. I would also like to not be alone when I'm doing this. Because people are constantly getting killed in Westwood. I dont even know if there are hills in westwood. I dont even know why I'm talking about Westwood. And why I just capitalized it in the last sentence and not in the sentence before.












"All this indecision,
all this independent strength,
still, we've got our hearts on save,
we've got our hearts on safe."

"A Storm-tossed Lover on the Seas"

statements like that one--

are part of what make me look forward to my English class every week.

I feel like I can breathe in that class, think from my heart, and feel from my brain.





"Valentine"

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

--Carol Anne Duffy